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Go West (Part 5)

"I am, you are, he she it is, we are…" At least the conjugations are easier than in Swiss and there seem to be fewer exceptions to the grammar rules. I'm not the first one who's had to
learn another language; I'll cope.

As soon as the worst of the storm has blown over, I'll go on deck. I need fresh air. Ida will certainly accompany me. She's from a village near Berne and we met in Amsterdam. 

What an intimidating place that was! I didn't know such huge cities existed. The biggest place I had seen before
was Aarau, which in comparison appears tiny. For the first time I experienced what homesickness was; all alone in that city, a stranger who didn't speak the language, didn't know the money and even less her way around. 
I found out that they had cheated me with the exchange rate for the boarding house bill, but what could I have done? Overall I was lucky. I heard about people who lost all their money to touts. There are crooks who specialise in selling the most ridiculous gadgets to guileless emigrants. 
I was so happy when I met Ida and her family. They, too, were glad to find somebody who spoke Swiss and was in the same situation. We became friends at once and vowed to try and keep in touch. I gave Ida my address. She didn't have one yet but promised to send it to me as soon as she knew it.

Ida's family is participating in the government's emigration scheme.
(To be continued)